abraham arose from beside his
dead and staggered into
the town square blinking
back his grief squinting into the white hot
noonday sun he said
i am but but a resident alien among you
sell me a burial site that i may remove
my dead for burial
ephron the hittite eyed the
frayed gash on abraham’s robe you
think four hundred shekels is
a bargain trust me my
friend you’ll never finish
paying for this
dirty stinking cave go
ahead and bury your dead
when abraham breathed his last his
his sons isaac and ishmael buried
him in the cave he had purchased then
god blessed his son isaac oh
believe me someday
this place is
going to cost us
all dearly
(Genesis 23:3-4, 14, 25:8-9)
Yedid Nefesh 
Ow. That is one hell of a poem.
(Here’s mine on the same theme from some years back: http://velveteenrabbi.blogs.com/blog/2008/11/this-weeks-portion-in-the-same-key.html)
On the other hand, if you look through the tomb of Abraham, you can meet eyes with “the other.” Try it next time you’re there. If it’s still possible.